If you’d like to have a logical explanation/How I happened on this elegant syncopation/I will say without a moment of hesitation/There is just one place/That can light my face…And It’s Called In Front of the Easel in Our Bathroom

If you were able to find a scale the size of Gary, Indiana, you could hoist upon it all of the toys, puzzles, and games in our house and weigh ’em–at which point, even though you weren’t actually weighing the toys ON the town of Gary, Indiana, I’m pretty sure, in a moment of transcendent empathy, the the nice little town of Gary, Indiana, would explode with a loud pop, just from sensing that a scale its size somewhere else on the planet was holding all that kid crap and measuring its heft.

In so many ways, not the least of which is that such an explosion would signal the end of Mayor Rudy Clay (who, based on what I see on his Website, is teeming with pos-i-tiv-ity), this would be a tragedy. Maybe, at least for the mayor’s sake, it would be prudent for me to consider cutting back on the piles and piles of child amusements that fill our house so that no scale anywhere ever has to blow up–and so that all mayors, no matter the burg, can continue planning back-to-school picnics for their cities.

If I had to whittle it back to a mere 5 pounds of toy-ish stuff, I know one thing I’d keep: the easel.

Our Girl has used it for years when she is acting as teacher to a class of 26 babydolls; we have used it to pose a “Question of the Day”; both kids have created paintings of robots and sunflowers on it; and, in a pinch, it’s a helluva coathook. I also sometimes prop myself against it when I get tipsy.

Transformers, stuffed animals, and board games alike know the Sheriff Is In Town when Easel stops by. Easel kicks toy ass (including that donkey from SHREK).

A few weeks ago, Easel stopped by the bathroom–on a campaign to intimidate the bathtub toys, metehinks, which live in a bucket under the towels–and has been hanging out there since.

Can I just say there are few things more fun than an easel in the bathroom? For one thing, it negates the need for magazines and the crossword puzzle. Because? Punky? You can spend a lot of toilet time creating art when Easel is hovering nearby.

It’s a venue for a whole new kind of toilet humor.

Even better, since Paco is waaaaaaaaaaay into reading comic books and graphic novels, we can pretend we’re upping his literacy by drawing cartoons on Easel that the lad then has to decipher while he, as we say, “makes a pooper.”

In recent days, we’ve had a variety of panels appear and be wiped away (simultaneous wiping: the hidden bonus of a whiteboard in the bathroom!), including my personal favorite, an alien guy named Brainiac who can’t figure out how to eat chicken nuggets, what with him being only a brain on a body and having no mouth.

Today, I switched up Pyramid Man’s house and thoughts, though, which delighted Paco during his early-morning toilet ministrations.

Here, Pyramid Man looks befuddled because he didn’t actually order that new rug.

As Paco noted while his undies and shorts fell to a puddle around his ankles, “Pyramid Man can’t even get inside to call someone and tell them they brought the carpet to the wrong house!”

Poor, poor Pyramid Man.

Clearly, Easel will continue to amuse us as we brush, floss, and wipe. I invite you now into our bathroom, so long as you’re willing to ignore the grey ring running around the inside of the tub: if the marker were in your hand, what scenario would vex Pyramid Man next?

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There's this game put out by the American Girl company called "300 Wishes"--I really like playing it because then I get to marvel, "Wow, it's like I'm a real live American girl who has 300 wishes, and that doesn't suck, especially compared to being a dead one with none."
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I think this is the Idea-of-a-Lifetime for new state-of-the-art bathroom decor. By 2012, no bathroom will be without whiteboard somewhere in the vicinity of the WC. Just wondering, though, what happens when you shower? Has no one yet showered long enough to cause Pyramid Man to sag or drip? This is a mystery to me.

Hi Jocelyn! Wow.Pyramid Man the Bathroom Reject.Life's tough when you can't shape up.I used to play school with the easel too, and, I mean this, the excitement used to send me to the toilet. Now that Im all grown and a teacher in real life, it still gives me the s…s.!

i think the next dilemma would be the shock mr pyramid feels when he notices a new piece of artwork has been hung on that bare wall. dammit, mr. pyramid hates baroque art! what's wrong with a nice bit of cubism?